MTL - As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills-Chapter 12 No relationship with Buddha
Chapter 12 I have no relationship with Buddha, I only want to pursue martial arts
On the river bank, several monks blushed, and were almost breathless after being punched by Ah Fei's mouthful.
"False reasoning...all false reasoning!" The fat monk pointed at A Fei angrily: "The Buddha said that karma recurs, good and evil are rewarded, and you will be retribution."
"Arrogance is right, what can survive is the truth!"
Jiang Ming strung more than a dozen fish on the rope, and stopped fishing. He carried the fish and walked ashore step by step, twisted his wet clothes, and looked at the fat monk with a smile:
"The people are suffering. You have never cut meat to feed the eagles like the Buddha, so don't use Buddhism to flaunt yourself and educate the people."
"Using Buddhism to play prestige, how is this behavior different from a fox pretending to be a tiger?" Jiang Ming said calmly, pointing to the upstream bank: "Besides, the master has already run away, so stop barking here..."
The fat monk looked in the direction Jiang Ming pointed, and saw that the carriages had started to turn around and leave.
With a slender hand, the curtain of the carriage was lifted. Miss Wang glanced at the fishing scene here, and then lowered the curtain again.
"Drive!" The groom flicked his whip, and the carriage drove away.
"You, you unrestrained villain, you will never have a relationship with Buddha!" The fat monk suddenly panicked, and ran back with a group of subordinates, chasing the carriage...
"Hey, this old thief is bald and full of fat, and he runs fast. I haven't had any more fun!" Ah Fei also went ashore with a heavy fish basket on his back, and cursed with some insatiable desire: "Have no chance for Buddha? Officials and nobles, how come all of them are so predestined with Buddha..."
Old Jiang climbed onto the shore with his head on his hips, handed Jiang Ming a fish with a dark face, and sighed: "You two are still too young, what's the point of fighting with those bald donkeys, they can say that the dead are alive, Hold on to your grudge, stay away from it when you see her in the future, and don't get involved again!"
Jiang Ming smiled and pushed the fish back: "Keep it in the account and count the three drinks."
"Little bastard!" Old Jiang almost jumped up, laying here to repeatedly squeeze his wool.
Jiang Ming chuckled and said nothing.
Old Jiangtou threw the fish to Ah Fei again: "If he doesn't want it, you can take it. It will be used as a share of money, and you can pickle it when you go back. It will also be a hard dish with a long face."
"Thank you Jiangye!" A Fei happily took it.
"This is mine." Jiang Ming also threw one over.
This Ah Fei is not very old, but he has already found a wife, and he just waits to pick a good day to hold a banquet.
This is the life of the people at the bottom, survival, reproduction, death...
When he arrived at the town, Jiang Ming bought some coarse salt, and when he returned home, he slaughtered and washed more than half of the fish, marinated them in earthen jars, kept a few fish in the water tank, and picked out the two largest ones for preparation. Bring it to the old Zhou.
Lao Zhoutou is older than Lao Jiangtou. He practiced martial arts in the early years and hurt his body. Now he can't even go into the water to catch fish. He is willing to teach Jiang Ming how to practice martial arts in order to leave some money for his descendants.
In the evening, Jiang Ming found another bucket, sprinkled some salt and spices on the bottom of the bucket, scooped up half a bucket of clean water, and carried it out the door.
This season is the time to eat cicada monkeys, but even if people in the town catch them, most of them are sold to the officials in the city, and I am often reluctant to eat them...
The next morning, the sky was bright and clear.
Jiang Ming first went to the tavern to sell two catties of wine, and then went home with two fat fish and a bucket of cicada monkeys, and went to Lao Zhoutou's house with the money...
"You... are too grand."
Old Zhou was flattered to accept Jiang Mingti's wine and meat.
Although he knew that Jiang Ming was not a villain, he also knew that he was definitely not someone in the pond. He looked peaceful at ordinary times, but in his heart he probably didn't take anyone in Ping'an Town seriously.
Which one would have expected to respect such a bad old man like himself...
"A master is a teacher. If Mr. Zhou is not sorry, please teach me more carefully." Jiang Ming said sincerely, and put the five taels of silver into the hands of old Zhou Tou without any distress.
Jiang Ming is never stingy with the tuition fees that should be paid.
"Okay, okay, Lao Zhou, I will try my best to teach you everything I have learned in my life." Lao Zhou was moved, and then turned around and shouted: "Axiu, come out."
A thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl ran out of the house and greeted obediently.
"This is the granddaughter Zhou Wenxiu I mentioned to you. Her parents are gone!" Old Zhou said with tears in his eyes: "I haven't had a good life for a few years. In the future, Brother Ming, if you become prosperous ..."
"Master Zhou!" Jiang Ming looked at old Zhou with a slight smile, his expression unmoved.
Old Zhou wiped his tears in embarrassment, knowing that Jiang Ming could not be fooled, so he stopped talking.
He asked his granddaughter to bring the wine and meat back to the house, while he sat in the yard with Jiang Ming, and shouted into the house by the way:
"Fry the cicada monkey quickly, and then it will go bad."
"I think you're hungry!" Zhou Wenxiu's crisp voice came out.
Old Zhou touched his nose, and quickly poured Jiang Ming a cup of tea to cover up his embarrassment: "Brother Ming, drink tea."
The two chatted for a while, and Zhou Wenxiu brought a bowl of fried golden cicada monkeys, exuding a fragrant smell.
Old Zhou Tou immediately picked up one and threw it into his mouth, chewing it crispy, then looked at Jiang Ming seriously: "You have to think about it, really want to learn?"
"My body is broken by martial arts training." He patted his knee: "Although you are young and strong, you can't be impulsive."
Jiang Ming also pinched a cicada monkey and chewed it: "Master Zhou, do you know how long this cicada monkey can live?"
"Half a month... what's wrong?" Old Zhou asked puzzled.
"No... it's seven years." Jiang Ming shook his head and said, "They have been sleeping in the dark soil for seven years before breaking out of the ground and dying within a month."
Lao Zhou didn't know what Jiang Ming meant, so he could only follow along: "That's poor."
"It's very pitiful... But it's better than sleeping underground for a lifetime." Jiang Ming laughed.
Old Zhou Tou suddenly realized, and then smiled wryly: "Okay, since Brother Ming, you are determined to learn, then I will stop talking nonsense."
"I actually only know a little about the way of martial arts."
Old Zhou Tou sighed and said: "When I was the most powerful back then, I was just a low-level martial artist. I thought I could run amok everywhere, but I didn't expect that I would be severely taught before I walked out of Dayun Mansion. In the end, I could only stay here Ping'an Town recuperates..."
He shook his head, apparently he didn't want to say much about his experience back then, and continued: "The martial arts method I learned is called Fuhuquan. It is an incomplete method. After practicing to great success, even forces like the Wang family will treat you as a guest of honor."
"It's a pity that even my master will only be a third-rate martial artist after practicing for a lifetime..." Old Zhou Tou said: "The difficulty of martial arts is unimaginable for ordinary people."
"Then we can't wait anymore, we will start today." Jiang Ming half-jokingly said.
Old Zhou laughed: "Alright, from today onwards, I will first teach you the external training method of Fuhu Fist, Brother Ming. After you have mastered it, you can combine internal training with breathing, smelting blood energy, and impacting the realm of warriors..."
(end of this chapter)
